Inside the stadium.
Just like yesterday, a meeting was convened early this morning.
It was still hosted by Wang Xiaoming.
All those who should have been present were, those who weren't probably couldn't make it anyway.
"Ye Feng and that He Chuan couldn't have died, could they? The two of them didn't even show up," Zhang Han said, quite astonished.
As a former member of the Xiaoqiang Entertainment Club, he still found Ye Feng's absence unbelievable.
"Who knows, maybe they're dead, maybe they're hiding and don't want to get involved in this mess, or maybe he ran away. After all, with his abilities, it's not impossible for him to find a way to leave Dachang City," Zhao Kaiming said with a grin.
"What happened yesterday, Zhao Kaiming, weren't you with them?" a ghost controller asked.
Zhao Kaiming said, "We ran into a little trouble, got separated, and after that, I don't know what happened. I can't keep track of such a big person with hands and feet."
